Chapter 759

Run!

Run!

This was the only thought in Hiro's mind.

Sure enough.

Sinaloa is worthy of Sinaloa, and seta is not an opponent at all.

His face was stained with blood, holding Gatling, and he tried his best to escape. In order to speed up, he even wanted to lose his gun.

But the last trace of reason reminded him that if he threw away his weapons and the sinaloans would catch up later, he would really die without a burial place.

If you have a gun in hand, you can at least choose to commit suicide!

He has heard a lot about these drug traffickers' means of torturing people. If they fall into their hands, they can't survive or die.

Sweat kept coming out, and gradually, Hiro and the other setas ran away.

He subconsciously ran home, but suddenly stopped again.

incorrect.

Can't go home!

If the sinaloans catch up, don't you trouble your wife?

The disillusioned Hiro bit his teeth and immediately changed direction. Instead of choosing to go home, he ran to his "former unit" - Los ramons police investigation bureau.

The sudden footsteps startled the police investigators praying in the police station. All subconsciously stood up and looked at the door in panic.

"Hiro?!"

Hiro was out of breath. When she saw her former colleagues, she was finally relieved.

Anyway, in the current situation, only here can barely provide him with a sense of security.

"Why is there blood on your face? Are you hurt?"

"No, it's someone else's."

Hiro gasped and wiped his face carelessly.

A Saita drug dealer right next to him was shot through his neck, his artery ruptured, and the blood from the fountain poured out on his face.

"Didn't you join seta? Why did you come back? What's the situation outside now?!"

Although the Gatling in the other party's hand was very shocking, the director was the director after all, and hurriedly asked key questions.

"Seta is defeated, and the sinaloans have killed in now!"

At this time, Hiro, who was confused in his mind, blurted out without thinking at all.

"What?!"

Hearing the news, the police all changed their faces, lost their minds, desperate and helpless, and looked like a great disaster.

finished.

When seta came in, he directly surrounded the police station and forced them to tell the number and location of sinaloans in the town.

In other words, they are seta's accomplices!

If Sinaloa knew the news, he would kill them!

no

It may be more terrible than this!

It is said that the sinaloans once skinned a police inspector and threw him into an oil pot to cook.

Thinking of that scene, the police officers felt cold and their hearts trembled. One of them even couldn't stand stably and fell directly to the ground.

"I knew, I knew, I shouldn't be a police investigation. Now I'm dead..."

The brightly lit police investigation station is like a scene of the coming of the end of the day.

"Bang!"

The sudden gunfire startled everyone.

Turning around, it turned out that a police investigation couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure and killed himself.

Pathetic and pathetic.

However, it also shows from the side how cruel those drug traffickers are, forcing people to commit suicide rather than fall into their hands.

Blood flowed out of his mouth and dyed the floor red.

"Gollum."

Looking at his colleague's body, a policeman couldn't help swallowing saliva.

Suicide is really a better choice than being caught by Sinaloa.

But suicide also takes courage.

There must be some way to survive.

certain!

"Director, we can explain to Sinaloa that we are forced. If we don't cooperate, seta will kill us. We don't mean to betray them..."

The man shouted, his eyes full of hope, that is the desire for survival.

"Fool!"

Ma Wen, the director of the Bureau, said impolitely, "do you think Sinaloa will accept this explanation? It will only make you die worse!"

"Director... Why don't we run! It may be too late to run now!"

Run?

Hearing this method, many police officers brightened their eyes.

Yeah.

As long as you escape from Los ramons before you are caught by Sinaloa, there may be a way to live.

Although there may be a hail of bullets outside at this time, it is uncertain that you can hit sinaloans as soon as you go out, but anyway, it is better than waiting to die.

"Run? If you run away, what will your family do? If you can't catch you, those drug dealers will catch your family. Do you want your family to torture instead of you?"

The person who can be the director of the bureau is indeed somewhat superior. At least Marvin's consideration is more comprehensive than these subordinates.

Although not all of them, most of these police investigators in Los ramons are locals, and their homes are here.

If you can run, the monk can't run the temple.

Drug dealers are no less fortunate than their families.

If you are caught, the drug dealer may no longer be investigated, but if you run away, the drug dealer will certainly settle accounts with your relatives and friends.

Ma Wen's fierce drinking was like a basin of cold water, which soon extinguished the hope of survival just ignited by these police investigators.

Many people are more and more looking at the policeman who committed suicide, and the idea of a hundred deaths is becoming stronger and stronger.

"Hiro, come here."

Marvin, nearly half a hundred years old, looked at Hiro and suddenly opened his mouth.

Hiro didn't doubt him and came subconsciously.

"What's the matter, chief?"

Before he could stop, Marvin suddenly got into trouble, grabbed his shoulder, stretched out his legs, and tripped him to the ground.

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, Hiro fell heavily to the ground with a look of pain on her face.

"Chief, what are you doing?!"

He looked up, his eyes full of incomprehension.

Director Marvin turned a deaf ear, grabbed his Gatling, raised his knees and pressed his neck.

The other detectives were stunned.

"What are you doing?! go find the rope! There is only one way to live, that is to push the black pot on him! He joined seta and must have participated in the battle just now. Maybe Sinaloa will let us go as long as we hand him over!"

Ginger is still old and spicy.

Other police officers woke up from a dream and looked at Hiro suddenly changed.

Human nature can never stand the test, especially in the face of life and death.

Someone hurried to find the rope.

Hiro realized that it was wrong. She was going to look for support, but she didn't know she had entered the wolf's nest.

He began to struggle desperately.

Not to mention, his strength is really not small. Seeing that the director is about to lose control alone, several policemen quickly walked over when they were chatting. They were just weak, but now they immediately became like wolves and joined hands to press Hiro to the ground.

"Fuck your ancestors!!!"

Unable to move, Hiro's eyes were bloodshot and his face was close to the ground.